Early Mornin` Rain — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

In the early mornin` rain
with a dollar in my hand
with an achin` in my heart
and my pockets full of sand
I`m a long way from home
and I missed my loved on so
in the early mornin` rain
and no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big seven-o-seven set to go
well, I`m stuck here on the ground
where the cold winds blow
the liquor tasted good
and the women all were fast
there she goes, my friend
she`s a rollin` down at last

Here the mighty engines roar
see the silver bird on high
she`s away in westward bound
far above the clouds she`ll fly
where the mornin` rain don`t fall
and the sun always shines
she`ll be flyin` over my home
in about three hours time

This old airports got me down
it`s no earthly good to me
`cause I`m stuck here on the ground
cold and drunk as I might be
you can`t hop a jet plane
like you can a freight train
so I best be on my way
in the early mornin` rain

from "Bob Dylan - Self Portrait" , copyright by Big Sky Music, Published by Bob Dylan Words & Music Company, Inc. 1970